Its impetus— by @d-pend —
The soul impels me on, and on, and on:
impatient with the limits of the flesh
that dulls her shimmer of an endless dawn
o'erspreading far horizon to all-mesh
with cosmic vistas, vast and desolate
wonders not-yet-seen by any eye.
So here I am — here I humbly sit,
sit and work mechanics of the Self,
work and nothing do and nothing say:
save that is said within by spirit mine.
Divine, yea — so not mine, and so not yours;
nor owns a soul a fraction of the whole
but for a time lives, moves and has its own
circumference to learn and to explore.
May this small circle of the light expand;
May this one gesture ripple out to ev'ry hand;
May this one joy — capture every mind;
May those who truly seek, forever find
the treasure that impels the spirit on —
the chest of gold beneath an endless dawn.
words and images by @d-pend
created for HIVE on Sept. 26, 2020.